भयाचे या करायचे काय
नेहेमीच सुलटे डोके उलटे पाय…
बेसावध क्षणी मानगुटीवर बसून
पोटभर खायचे आनंद पोखरून…
मन:शांतीशीही तयाचे भांडण कायम
जिंकते कधी ते तर कधी मन:शांती स्वयं…
बिघडवून क्षणांचा समतोल
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भय इथले का संपत नाही
विचारांती हाती नाहीच काही…
श्वासांच्या शृंखलेत उत्तर लपले
संपता शृंखला मिळेल आप-आपले…

This poem is about the fears that we face, we live with, in our entire lifetime. This poem is the behaviour of fear with our mind. We all try to overcome our fears but we never ever get the real answers for the root of that fear. I think that we never get it in out lifetime as, according to me we are born with it and we only hear about it and the reason behind it from THE ALMIGHTY, after our death.

This explanation is just to put forth the thought that provoked me to write this.

K Sarang